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Take the car, drive it to the outskirts |
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But not too far, get lost in the dark |
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Park under the trees, dim the lights |
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And wait there for me |
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Trouble bound, we can only see each other |
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In this halfway town, there's no escape in faith |
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And the glimpse of paradise |
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Blowin' in your eyes |
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And it seems so wrong |
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Yeah, it feels so good |
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The need is so strong |
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And it seems so wrong |
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Seems I'm losing my senses |
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It's raving mad |
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But if it can make me feel better |
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It can't be bad |
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I can draw the line |
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In this fragile combination of redemption and crime |
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We've long passed the station |
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And common sense, it's too intense |
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And it seems so wrong |
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Yeah, it feels so good |
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The need is so strong |
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And it feels so wrong |
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Seems I'm losing my senses |
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It's raving mad |
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But if it can make me feel better |
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It can't be bad |
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If it can make me feel better |
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It can't be bad |
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Aaa, hii, hoo, hoo |
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Ooh, ooh, hoo, hoo |
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Ahh, haa, ah, hah |
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Ahh, haa, ah, hah |
